Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.